The sight of Wolf King shocked the fearless squad, but they still charged into battle like rabid animals.
This made Wolf King even more hyped for battle.
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!
In a matter of minutes, several squad members met their demise as they were smashed against the door. Blood scattered all over the place.
Wolf King looked invincible!
The expression of the remaining squad members changed.
"Bastards! You will pay for what you did to my men," Wolf King grinned as he continued the blood bath.
Driven by rage, he ravaged.
The men he brought to Golden City were at the top of their ranks. Over half of them were killed yesterday, and eight more were gone today.
How could he not be enraged?
The thought of this made Wolf King very angry.
On that day, he was determined to live up to his name.
BAM, BAM, BAM!
In the blink of an eye, he knocked over three more members. The door started to give in to the impact.
The eight remaining members charged, seizing the opportunity to get their hands on Wolf King.
Missing this window would make it difficult to kill him afterward. It was now or never!
But would Wolf King be slain that easily?
Wolf King grinned and tore off his shirt, revealing his muscular body. He towered over the eight men like a mountain and threw himself towards an attack.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
In three blows, the three men's heads burst and they fell to the ground, dead.
One of the remaining five men managed to land a blow on Wolf King, but the other four only failed in their efforts.
A wound stung, momentarily distracting Wolf King. Coming to his senses, he pulled his rival's head towards him and hit him hard with his own forehead.
BANG!
The man's head exploded as if Wolf King's were an iron ball.
The blood sprayed all over Wolf King's face, which made him look even more menacing.
He kicked over one man and got a sword off his hand. Then, he rushed at the remaining four, fierce and bloodthirsty.
The remaining fighters were no match for Wolf King. They were dead in a matter of seconds.
Prairie Pastoral was a bloody mess.
A strong stench of blood and death filled the air.
Wolf King was terrifying with his strength and power.
"Cut their heads off and send them back to Diego," he told his men as he pulled down a curtain and wiped his hands and wounds.
"Yes, sir," his men replied as they did what they were told.
What a terrifying scene!
Caden and his men arrived at their car, parked a few kilometers away, confused at the sight of a mysterious man sitting on the hood of the car.
The man wore casual clothes and a hat that hid most of his face.
He seemed quite relaxed, lounging on the hood as he played a popular game, Strike of Kings, on his mobile phone.
Caden's brow furrowed as he took his iron bar and approached. "Who are you?"
He suspected that this was no ordinary gentleman.
"Shhh, quiet! Can't you see I'm busy with my game? My teammates will kill me if I lose the game! If that happens, I'll kill you!"
the man replied, barely raising his head. It was as if eight men were children and not fighters.
Caden burst in rage,"Get out of our car or I will kill you!"
If it weren't for his hunch that the man was more than what he seemed, he would have already beaten the crap out of him.
"Dammit! I lost the game! You're so annoying!" the man exclaimed as he finally put away his phone and looked up at Caden.
His face was covered with a black scarf and he wore sunglasses even though it was the middle of the night.
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